Super Silky Summer Legs
Next time you are feeling down, about to binge, going on a date, or just need to pamper yourself, do this. I just did it and I can not stop rubbing my legs together. It feels like I paid for that over expensive pedicure at the salon.
- 1 1/4 C Sugar (Yup, plain, good-ol’ white sugar)
- 1/2 C Oil (I used olive oil, but you can use any oil, coconut oil, baby oil, canola oil)
- 3 tablespoons Citrus (Lime or lemon)
- 1-2 Razors
- Mix everything together in a bowl.
- Soak your legs in the tub for 5 minutes.
- Shave your legs.
- Rub some of this mixture all over your legs. The sugar will help rub off all dirt and dead skin. Rub, rub. Feels like a mini massage.
- Rinse it all off, shave again. I would use one razor per leg if you have two. You will be rinsing this razor a lot. I was GROSSED out by the amount of dead skin I was “shaving” off. It was insane! Trust me, you’ll see.
- Rub your legs again! Second coat of wax, oh yeah.
- Rinse off! You can use a mild soap to help get some of the oil off.
- Lotion your legs up, and feel the silkiness!
Now this isn’t just geared to ladies…. guys, if you want to get lucky, I suggest you offer to rub your ladies’ feet with this mix too. It feels awesome, and when you get lucky, you will be thanking me that her rough grandma feet aren’t cutting your legs, if ya know what I’m saying… hahaha.
I have silky arm pits too!!
Try it, I swear, You will want everyone to touch your legs.
i just did this and after about 2 or so months of not shaving this is the most incredible thing i have ever done its like my legs arent even legs they’re some sort of ancient fabric made only for powerful pharoahs
i highly suggest this even if you don’t shave use it on your feet or shave your pits or your pubes with it because you will feel like a fucking deity
HOLY SHIT I JUST USED THIS AND???? I FEEL LIKE MY LEGS ARE MADE OF ANGEL WINGS
THIS IS THE BEST THING IF YOU DON’T USE IT YOU’RE CRAZY
character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS
Like I said, most of them are local and centred around this person called ‘Mama de l’eau’ (aka ‘mother of the water’) She’s half human, half fish (some people say half snake so idk really) This is actually one that my grandmother told me. So anyway, Mama de l’eau is supposed to be really, really pretty and she’s the protector of the oceans, rivers etc. The abridged version of it is that there was a man who came onto her beach one day with a woman. They came almost everyday and seemed to look happy because he used to give her little trinkets everyday. Then one day he (as my grandmother said it) tried to take advantage of her on the beach and he did manage to. Obviously she wasn’t going to stand for that shit. The girl left screaming and he was about to follow when she finally made herself visible. She was in the water so all he could see was her (naked) top human half. Like most men he became entranced because, y’know, hot lady boobs, and waded into the water. Big mistake on his part because she summoned her whatever you want to call them (let’s call them mermaids) and tore him to bits and pieces because he raped a girl on their beach the end.
Let it be known that this was a childhood story that my grandmother told me. When I was a child. At like five-six years old. I guess it was because it had good life lessons in it. Don’t take advantage of people unless you want a mermaid aka mother of the water to rip you to shreds and then eat you.
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He’s had it since he was eighteen but it’s always been big on him; for some reason Grantaire just doesn’t grow much at all. When he has sad days, even if wearing the hoodie won’t make him feel better, it sure does comfort him because it’s something that’s been constant in his life.
He’ll sometimes turn up to meetings in it, when he feels like he has to go out of duty but doesn’t want to leave his comfort hoodie at home. At first, his friends were confused as to why he wasn’t wearing his normal, quite fashionable, clothes, but they learnt the correlation between the hoodie and sad days, and now they don’t question it. In fact, when they see him wearing it, they’ll go out of their way to bring him nice things and cups of tea because the hoodie is a signal that he’s feeling really down about himself.
One day, when he wakes up, he knows instantly that today is the worst day he’s ever going to have. He feels sadness like a physical weight in his chest, not crying because he can’t cry, he’s too sad to even do that. He looks for the jumper under his bed, but it’s not there. Checking the laundry basket, it’s not there either. He’s panicking now because he’s never gotten through a sad day without it, and the thought of losing it forever makes him shake with worry. He calls Joly.
"I’ve lost it," he says.
After that, he just doesn’t get out of bed, not wanting to get dressed into something that’ll only make him sadder. An hour later, the doorbell rings, and he doesn’t answer. It rings again. And again and again and again and again until he gets up out of bed, wraps the duvet round himself in a cocoon, and answers the door. His hair is messy and he looks tired, and he sees Enjolras at the door.
He’s holding a hoodie, not a green one but a red one, equally as huge and old as Grantaire’s green one was.
"Joly mentioned you lost your comfort jumper." He says, and holds his own out. "I’ve got one of the same, I mean I know it’s not perfect but maybe it might cheer you up in the meantime?"
Enjolras leaves the jumper with Grantaire and then excuses himself, leaving Grantaire at the doorstep with a red hoodie that’s almost as good as his green one. It gives him confidence to get out of bed for good, and he puts the jumper on, staying in the house because he still doesn’t have the motivation to do anything apart from watch terrible movies and draw.
The doorbell rings again at 7pm, and Grantaire answers it in the red hoodie. It’s Enjolras again, and before he can talk, Grantaire notices the green hoodie in his hands. The very same one that he had lost, faded colours and all.
"I looked everywhere," he says. "It was in the Musain, in the back room. Here." He gives it to Grantaire.
"You want to come in?" Grantaire asks, and Enjolras nods.
"I’ve been having a shitty day too," Enjolras explains, telling Grantaire how he had to deal with so much paperwork and planning.
"Why don’t you stay here for a bit, you know, watch awful movies and cheer up with me? And you can put that on," Grantaire nods to his own, green hoodie. "It’ll suit you."
They spend of the night curled up against each other, each wearing the other’s jumper and watching the television in an awkward haze of cuddles and cups of tea.
female privilege is feeling unsafe literally everywhere you go and men getting personally offended by you feeling unsafe
when people ask you “What’s the name of that actor [blah blah vague description]” and you purposefully give it a 5 second pause and pretend to think it over because if you just shoot the answer at them they might get a little bit scared.
another modern les mis au: enjolras
he loves his friends, he really does, more than the world really - but so help him if he finds another cat in his house he’s going to strangle someone. enjolras comes off a little.. strong to a lot of people, but it’s just because he’s so full of love and passion. its hard for him to even watch the news because all he thinks is, I want to help. and god be damned if he’s not goin to try
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